I Am in Original Writings

Not a sheer rock
The fall from the edge of it
And the sudden stop at the bottom
Not the thorn bush
The feeling of avoiding it
Only to later discover fresh cuts
Not evil
The darkness within
And the cold air inside of it
None of which you need fear
But you will never understand
Not good
The intentions therein
Striving for the light
Holding onto its edges like the ocean at sunrise or sunset
But you dare not chase it
Because you don’t know where it leads
Not dangerous
But alluring
Tempting
You will remember forever
Just as fast and well as you remember
To stay away